Chapter 239 - Rejection (1/2)
Dinner was a light affair as most of the students were planning to stay for the games or the drinks and sweets to be had after. Finally, Dumbledore arose to the interest of the students. Wearing bright red robes, bright enough to burn one's retinas. Dumbledore's baby blue eyes sparkled behind his half-moon spectacles.
”It is wonderful to see and celebrate the springtime of youths,” Dumbledore said. ”Curfew has been moved one hour back, but please make sure to be back in your dorms on time as classes will be held at regular hours tomorrow. Now let us enjoy all enjoy this lovely night!”
The couples instantly darted forward as Silvia dragged Terry to have a look at Professor Kettleburn's stall. Rowan rolled her eyes and was about to turn away when she caught the eye of an unexpected person. Rather wary, she sees the handsome golden figure of Damien Mulciber approach her.
”You seem to be alone,” Mulciber commented as several girls' mouths dropped down in disappointment and envy. Mulciber was quite the catch to them as he was both, rich, charming, and a pureblood to boot.
”For the moment,” Rowan flatly replied as she eyed him.
”I think that we started off on the wrong foot, Prince,” Mulciber rather calmly stated. ”I'd like to remedy that. May I?” Mulciber rather suavely offered her the crook of his arm.
Rowan believed that people could change, but there were some things that she didn't believe that was ever the case for. Damien Mulciber had always been popular, but yet he got off on violence and ****. He'd more than enjoyed raping muggle women in the future. And despite not having committed it yet, she didn't want anything to do with him. Because **** wasn't a question of bad circumstances, but rather that of a vile moral character.
”I'll have to decline,” Rowan finally said, before moving past Mulciber to only suddenly feel him tightly grab her arm. Glancing down, at his hand, Rowan's gaze turns rather frosty as she meets his cold sneering face.
”A woman should always know her place,” Mulciber said as he tightened his grip on her arm.
”If you don't let go,” Rowan icily smiled back. ”I'll break every single finger in your hand. You do recall what I did to Rosier, don't you?”
Mulciber stiffens before unpleasantly smiling at her and letting her arm go. 'You'll regret this, Prince.”
”I don't think as much as you will in the future,” Rowan said, before turning away and continue on her way. She felt his glare of hatred on her back, but she didn't turn back. If he tried anything here, there would be plenty of witnesses. Though she may want to keep a better eye out when wandering alone through empty, dark corridors.
Seeing two long lines, Rowan peeks around to see the sign that reads, ”Kissing Booth.” Walking over to a Slytherin in line, she asks, ”Who's at the Kissing Booth?”
The Slytherin recognizes her and says, ”They've got four boys and girls, your choice. Each one is a 7th year who volunteered. For Slytherin, we've got S.R. Wilkes-.”
Rowan didn't hear the name of the female as she blinked in surprise. Wilkes? But didn't he already have a girlfriend? Though that certainly did explain why Jezebel had been so very temperamental before.
”Thanks,” Rowan said, before squeezing her way past and heading to the sweets table. Serving herself a plate, she studies the crowd for familiar faces. She spots Xeno and Luna wandering about at the stalls, Sirius was off with his latest girl, Lupin was with Willa as promised, and surprisingly, Lily and Severus were all alone.